This is the sequel to "Nothing is Set in Stone". But for those who haven't
read the first one and don't want to, it's okay. This chapter is more of an
introductory chapter and explains the basics from the first story, so you
don't have to read the first one to understand the sequel. But if you ever
have time to read the first one, I recommend you do, so you get a better
understanding of where they're coming from, and the overall plot.
Anyway, sorry if there's not much action to this chapter, since this is an intro. I do not own any X-Men characters except for Blaze and a couple of others that will appear later on. Enjoy and review please! ^_^
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Bobby, Rogue, John, and Blaze all squeezed into the sofa in front of the T.V., switching channels. Bobby had his arm wrapped around Rogue's arm, careful not to touch any of her bare skin.
John had the remote and was switching channels. Blaze was watching the T.V. with a bored expression on her face, brushing her brown hair out of her brown eyes.
Blaze glanced over at Jubilee and Shadowcat, who were adding finishing touches to the Christmas tree. Logan was leaning against the wall, keeping a sharp eye on the students. Scott was staring out the window, gazing into the distance, a solemn expression on his face.
Logan's gaze traveled over to John a lot, something the firestarter found creepy. Blaze had made him promise in the future that he'd go back to the X- Men in order to change the future from the future that he, Bobby, and Rogue had witnessed when they were mysteriously blasted there.
In that future, John had made a "devil's bargain" where he had gained the power to create fire and became all-powerful. Unfortunally, he was evil and corrupted by power and greed. Bobby had died by Pyro's own hand and while future-Rogue remained a member of the X-Men, but she was depressed about Bobby's death and still mourned for him.
But, because John had betrayed them before, it felt like all the teachers had been constantly watching him and monitoring him. They obviously didn't trust him, all except Xavier, of course, who knew about their adventure and the fact that Blaze is from that future. And John, naturally hating authority, was very unnerved by the constant monitoring.
"Poor Scott," Rogue remarked. "You know, I really wish we could tell him that Jean's coming back . . . how does she come back, anyway, Blaze?"
Blaze shrugged. "I don't know. In the future, my own time, we have this rule. A lot of the mutants we took in were persecuted or had bad pasts. Some were almost hanged, but they escaped. If they didn't want to talk about it, no one pressured them to tell. All I know about Jean is that it has something to do with the Phoenix and her new powers."
John looked over at Blaze, eyeing the thin white scar on her right cheek. The scar he had given her during a major fight they had in the future when her own father, the fire mutant president, injected a steroid into her to make her own fire powers increase to its limits. The steroid controlled her and she only acted on rage. His plan was to use his own daughter to burn half of New York so that the American citizens would be convinced again that mutants were evil. After her use was over, the steroid would burn her out and kill her. John fought with her and was able to snap her out of the trance and save her in time before the steroid killed her. The catch was that the steroid still remained in her bloodstream, and she couldn't get angry, otherwise the effects of the steroid would flare up again.
They heard a strange sound and looked over to see Jubilee trying to spark the log to life with her multicolored "fireworks". It wasn't working though.
"John? A little help here?" Jubilee asked, glancing over to John, her huge hoop earrings clinking.
John started to reach into his pocket for his lighter, but then he reconsidered. He smirked playfully at the Asian girl and said, "Sorry, Jubes, I'm too lazy to get it."
Jubilee's almond shaped eyes glared at him.
Blaze then got John's attention, smirked, and then threw a thin fire streamer from her finger to light up the log. Jubilee had to dodge out of the way. Suddenly, the log lit up on fire, the flames dancing around the log. Jubilee hastily closed the chain curtain in front of the fire to keep the flames from spreading onto the Christmas tree.
"It's kind of weird seeing all these people I think of as grown ups as . . . teenagers. Jubilee's probably the only one I've seen so far that isn't too different that her adult self." Blaze commented.
"What's that?" Jubilee asked, curious.
"Nothing." John said quickly, putting a hand over Blaze's mouth. "She says random things all the time, you know, kind of messed in the head." He made a spiraling motion with his finger next to his head.
"Shut up!" Blaze glared at John grumpily and moved his hand aside.
"So," Rogue said after Jubilee went to aid Kitty in putting up decorations, "Did you guys have Christmas in the future?"
"Yeah," Blaze replied, "we had a tree and a present for everybody, but sometimes the older kids went without any so we could give it to the little kids. Wolverine was Santa Claus."
Bobby, Rogue, and John all burst out laughing. They all were sharing the same image of Wolverine trading in his barely shaved beard and thick sideburns for a fake white beard, a tall red pointy hat, and shoving a pillow underneath a red Santa suit.
Blaze felt a grin tugging at her lips. It was always a funny sight and was one of the few times everyone at the X-Men's underground base was happy and without worry about the dangerous world above. The world where if you were a mutant and caught, you'd get hanged.
There was a cell phone ring, which Wolverine fumbled with before figuring out which button to open.
"Damn phones." Logan growled. These were new types, and for some reason the buttons were completely different than the one he had learned to use when at Bobby Drake's house.
"Hello?" He said into the phone, "Uh-huh. I'll get 'em." Logan yelled, "One- Eye! Bobby and Rogue! Get over here!"
"Very subtle, Logan," Storm's voice said dryly over the phone, "and why must you keep on insisting to call Scott 'One-Eye'?"
"Because it's fun," Logan replied simply before flipping the phone's flap shut.
"Duty calls." Bobby joked.
"I wish you wouldn't do that every time the Prof calls." John groaned. "Besides, you're going to leave me stuck with the ever-watchful Wolverine without X-Men back up?"
"Logan's going too," Rogue pointed out. "And Blaze is technically an X-Man . . ."
"In the future," John reminded Rouge.
Rogue closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating. Suddenly, she started floating out from her seat and flew over the couch and set foot safely onto the ground. She sighed in relief. She actually didn't end up falling on her butt this time.
John rolled his eyes. "Show off," He muttered.
In the future, Rogue had a run in with a mutant named Miss Marvel. She had the power to fly and super-strength. While they were trying to get out of the facility where both Blaze had John were being tortured in, Rogue stayed to deal with Miss Marvel. When it came down to it, Rogue used her power- sucking ability as a last resort to stop Miss Marvel. But, Miss Marvel tried to shake Rogue off by using her flying ability. Rogue wouldn't let go, and finally Miss Marvel's conciousness . . . and her powers . . . were imbedded inside Rogue. Jean in the future had created a block in Rogue's mind to block out Miss Marvel from driving Rogue insane . . . but they still didn't know how long it would stay stable.
John watched Rogue and Bobby leave the room, closely followed by Logan and Scott.
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Logan, Scott, Bobby, and Rogue entered Xavier's office and sat down.
The bald man folded his hands across his desk and looked up from the various papers on his desk. They were soon joined by Storm, her white hair flowing around her dark skin.
"I have gathered you here for a couple of reasons. First of all, I have been thinking that we have reached a shortage of field worthy X-Men for missions. And I believe we're going to need all the help we can get now. I feel that a threat is coming. So, do either of you have any suggestions on who you think can manage schoolwork and being a part-time X-Man?"
"What about Blaze? Or John?" Bobby suggested.
"She's pretty new, Bobby. She doesn't have any experience." Logan said gruffly.
Rogue and Bobby glanced at each other with slight grins. Blaze has plenty of experience.
"As for Pyro . . . I don't trust him." Scott said, his voice uncharacteristically cold. Xavier gave him a slightly worried look, but didn't say anything about it.
"I think she would be a perfect addition to the team," The Professor said, glancing at the youngest X-Men for a moment. "As for John . . . yes, he did leave, but he came back, and that's something."
Scott muttered something quietly so no one could hear, but Logan, with his exceptional hearing, heard it. "It could be one of Magneto's tricks. He probably would be happy to learn someone else died . . ."
The side of Logan's mouth moved downwards sadly for a moment as he thought about Jean . . . her beautiful red hair, the softness of her lips when he kissed her . . . but in the end, she'd chosen the good guy. Scott. Not that it mattered now anyways. She's dead.
"Jubilee's been doing great," Storm added, tossing her white hair out of her face.
Rogue suddenly remembered what the Professor had slipped in when he had first gathered them there. "Professor . . . what's this threat you mentioned before?" Her southern accent shone through with her worried tone.
The Professor sighed. "Yes, Rogue, actually, I'm not quite sure what the threat really is, since Cerebro is no longer in our possession. But I have been plagued by dreams lately . . . and I saw mutants . . . getting their powers taken away from them in a terrible way. But in the process of stripping them of their power, they're killed as well. Our mutant powers come from a mutated gene in our blood. Their blood was taken viciously, and they all bled to death. I have confirmed my suspicions just now when I received a call from a friend saying that a mutant they knew had been killed in that fashion. And I had dreamt of that person dying as well." His forehead wrinkled and Rogue noticed that Professor Xavier seemed tired and distracted.
Rogue shivered. Someone was sucking out mutant's powers . . . just like her power. She felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice down her back. Could it be her doing it? That would be an option she would never have considered if she'd never went to the future . . . but after seeing things she'd never thought she would have seen there, anything's possible.
The only thing wrong with that theory is that someone's taking their powers by taking their blood . . . Rogue . . . she didn't even know how to describe how her power works, but it's not like that . . .
Rogue noticed Bobby looking at her. When she glanced at him, Bobby quickly averted his cool blue eyes away.
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Blaze and John were still sitting on the couch. Except now they were fighting over John's lighter. Or really, John was trying to get his lighter from his fellow firestarter, who stole it.
"Give it back," John warned, his voice low and dangerous.
"No, I don't think so," Blaze teased, flicking the lighter with a sly grin.
John winked at her, and suddenly a burst of fire shot up from the lighter. It surprised her, and she dropped the lighter, which John caught swiftly. He smirked. "I win."
~Elizabeth, please report to my office~ A voice inside Blaze's head boomed, ~Bring John with you~ It added after an afterthought. Blaze jerked involuntarily. First of all, she wasn't used to people just entering her mind like that. Jean did it occasionally, but she tried not to since it bugged some people. Another was hearing someone call her by her real name, Elizabeth Johnson.
"What's up?" John asked.
"I think Xavier wants us in his office . . ." Blaze replied, trying to get that weird echo out of her head.
John groaned. "That's never a good sign."
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"Come in," Professor Xavier said suddenly, and he waved his hand to one side and opened the door. Blaze stood there with her hand up in a fist, looking as if she was prepared to knock on the door.
She looked slightly surprised. "Or . . . not."
"Sit," The Professor offered, "Storm, Scott, Logan, could you excuse us? Bobby and Rogue, stay."
Scott and Storm gave each other confused looks and stared back at the Professor, but followed his orders and left. Logan just sighed loudly and left, thinking about going out and buying some beer, since the school didn't have any. It was pure torture . . . he could smell the beer coming from somewhere, but couldn't get any . . .
John and Blaze sat down. Blaze really had no idea what to think. In her future, Xavier sacrificed himself protecting his students and X-Men. He was a powerful and well respected figure in mutant history. Well, at least to the mutants he was. He had seemed like a good guy, but she hadn't been at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children for long, so she really hadn't formed a lasting opinion. Her first impression of him was good, though.
"You're probably wondering why I called you two here," Xavier began, "I called you two because you four were the ones who traveled to the future . . . and frankly, I could use some insight."
Bobby and Rogue looked at each other nervously. The Professor asking THEM for help?
"We'll try," Rogue answered for all of them.
"It's about that threat that I told you about. Blaze, I want you to think hard. Do you know anything about a person taking away mutant's power by taking their blood too?"
Blaze shivered. That was sickening. "No. I know the governments were working on a way to control mutants and . . . um . . . making them more powerful . . ." She glanced at John sheepishly, "but nothing about taking away powers. It might have happened before, but I don't know anything about it. Sorry."
Professor Xavier closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them, his crystal blue eyes shining with wisdom. "It's alright. But . . . I fear this threat may escalate and inspire anti-mutant protesters to go that one step further . . . and try to take our powers or start killing mutants."
"Like in the future . . ." Blaze muttered bitterly.
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A teenage girl sat in her sofa, listening to her favorite CD-Linkin Park. Her eyes were closed behind the dark sunglasses she always wore. Her favorite song had come on. "Somewhere I Belong". She loved that song because it expressed her feelings exactly. She lifted her head up and felt the warm sunlight on her face. If only she could see it.
Suddenly, as the title line began playing, she gasped and felt like she was being pulled one hundred miles per hour into a different world. Jumbles of fragmented information flooded to her brain, and she clasped a hand to her head, trying to get all the voices, all the images out.
Suddenly, the images came to a screaming halt.
The girl gasped and panted. She reached for her sunglasses, but gave up when she couldn't feel them. Her eyes remained closed and the information slowly pieced together in her mind. Now she understood the vision she had received. It was connected to that dream she had last night.
Destiny opened her eyes to reveal milky white eyes. She was blind. She sighed and removed her headphones, fearing the worst.
He's here.
Anyway, sorry if there's not much action to this chapter, since this is an intro. I do not own any X-Men characters except for Blaze and a couple of others that will appear later on. Enjoy and review please! ^_^
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Bobby, Rogue, John, and Blaze all squeezed into the sofa in front of the T.V., switching channels. Bobby had his arm wrapped around Rogue's arm, careful not to touch any of her bare skin.
John had the remote and was switching channels. Blaze was watching the T.V. with a bored expression on her face, brushing her brown hair out of her brown eyes.
Blaze glanced over at Jubilee and Shadowcat, who were adding finishing touches to the Christmas tree. Logan was leaning against the wall, keeping a sharp eye on the students. Scott was staring out the window, gazing into the distance, a solemn expression on his face.
Logan's gaze traveled over to John a lot, something the firestarter found creepy. Blaze had made him promise in the future that he'd go back to the X- Men in order to change the future from the future that he, Bobby, and Rogue had witnessed when they were mysteriously blasted there.
In that future, John had made a "devil's bargain" where he had gained the power to create fire and became all-powerful. Unfortunally, he was evil and corrupted by power and greed. Bobby had died by Pyro's own hand and while future-Rogue remained a member of the X-Men, but she was depressed about Bobby's death and still mourned for him.
But, because John had betrayed them before, it felt like all the teachers had been constantly watching him and monitoring him. They obviously didn't trust him, all except Xavier, of course, who knew about their adventure and the fact that Blaze is from that future. And John, naturally hating authority, was very unnerved by the constant monitoring.
"Poor Scott," Rogue remarked. "You know, I really wish we could tell him that Jean's coming back . . . how does she come back, anyway, Blaze?"
Blaze shrugged. "I don't know. In the future, my own time, we have this rule. A lot of the mutants we took in were persecuted or had bad pasts. Some were almost hanged, but they escaped. If they didn't want to talk about it, no one pressured them to tell. All I know about Jean is that it has something to do with the Phoenix and her new powers."
John looked over at Blaze, eyeing the thin white scar on her right cheek. The scar he had given her during a major fight they had in the future when her own father, the fire mutant president, injected a steroid into her to make her own fire powers increase to its limits. The steroid controlled her and she only acted on rage. His plan was to use his own daughter to burn half of New York so that the American citizens would be convinced again that mutants were evil. After her use was over, the steroid would burn her out and kill her. John fought with her and was able to snap her out of the trance and save her in time before the steroid killed her. The catch was that the steroid still remained in her bloodstream, and she couldn't get angry, otherwise the effects of the steroid would flare up again.
They heard a strange sound and looked over to see Jubilee trying to spark the log to life with her multicolored "fireworks". It wasn't working though.
"John? A little help here?" Jubilee asked, glancing over to John, her huge hoop earrings clinking.
John started to reach into his pocket for his lighter, but then he reconsidered. He smirked playfully at the Asian girl and said, "Sorry, Jubes, I'm too lazy to get it."
Jubilee's almond shaped eyes glared at him.
Blaze then got John's attention, smirked, and then threw a thin fire streamer from her finger to light up the log. Jubilee had to dodge out of the way. Suddenly, the log lit up on fire, the flames dancing around the log. Jubilee hastily closed the chain curtain in front of the fire to keep the flames from spreading onto the Christmas tree.
"It's kind of weird seeing all these people I think of as grown ups as . . . teenagers. Jubilee's probably the only one I've seen so far that isn't too different that her adult self." Blaze commented.
"What's that?" Jubilee asked, curious.
"Nothing." John said quickly, putting a hand over Blaze's mouth. "She says random things all the time, you know, kind of messed in the head." He made a spiraling motion with his finger next to his head.
"Shut up!" Blaze glared at John grumpily and moved his hand aside.
"So," Rogue said after Jubilee went to aid Kitty in putting up decorations, "Did you guys have Christmas in the future?"
"Yeah," Blaze replied, "we had a tree and a present for everybody, but sometimes the older kids went without any so we could give it to the little kids. Wolverine was Santa Claus."
Bobby, Rogue, and John all burst out laughing. They all were sharing the same image of Wolverine trading in his barely shaved beard and thick sideburns for a fake white beard, a tall red pointy hat, and shoving a pillow underneath a red Santa suit.
Blaze felt a grin tugging at her lips. It was always a funny sight and was one of the few times everyone at the X-Men's underground base was happy and without worry about the dangerous world above. The world where if you were a mutant and caught, you'd get hanged.
There was a cell phone ring, which Wolverine fumbled with before figuring out which button to open.
"Damn phones." Logan growled. These were new types, and for some reason the buttons were completely different than the one he had learned to use when at Bobby Drake's house.
"Hello?" He said into the phone, "Uh-huh. I'll get 'em." Logan yelled, "One- Eye! Bobby and Rogue! Get over here!"
"Very subtle, Logan," Storm's voice said dryly over the phone, "and why must you keep on insisting to call Scott 'One-Eye'?"
"Because it's fun," Logan replied simply before flipping the phone's flap shut.
"Duty calls." Bobby joked.
"I wish you wouldn't do that every time the Prof calls." John groaned. "Besides, you're going to leave me stuck with the ever-watchful Wolverine without X-Men back up?"
"Logan's going too," Rogue pointed out. "And Blaze is technically an X-Man . . ."
"In the future," John reminded Rouge.
Rogue closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating. Suddenly, she started floating out from her seat and flew over the couch and set foot safely onto the ground. She sighed in relief. She actually didn't end up falling on her butt this time.
John rolled his eyes. "Show off," He muttered.
In the future, Rogue had a run in with a mutant named Miss Marvel. She had the power to fly and super-strength. While they were trying to get out of the facility where both Blaze had John were being tortured in, Rogue stayed to deal with Miss Marvel. When it came down to it, Rogue used her power- sucking ability as a last resort to stop Miss Marvel. But, Miss Marvel tried to shake Rogue off by using her flying ability. Rogue wouldn't let go, and finally Miss Marvel's conciousness . . . and her powers . . . were imbedded inside Rogue. Jean in the future had created a block in Rogue's mind to block out Miss Marvel from driving Rogue insane . . . but they still didn't know how long it would stay stable.
John watched Rogue and Bobby leave the room, closely followed by Logan and Scott.
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Logan, Scott, Bobby, and Rogue entered Xavier's office and sat down.
The bald man folded his hands across his desk and looked up from the various papers on his desk. They were soon joined by Storm, her white hair flowing around her dark skin.
"I have gathered you here for a couple of reasons. First of all, I have been thinking that we have reached a shortage of field worthy X-Men for missions. And I believe we're going to need all the help we can get now. I feel that a threat is coming. So, do either of you have any suggestions on who you think can manage schoolwork and being a part-time X-Man?"
"What about Blaze? Or John?" Bobby suggested.
"She's pretty new, Bobby. She doesn't have any experience." Logan said gruffly.
Rogue and Bobby glanced at each other with slight grins. Blaze has plenty of experience.
"As for Pyro . . . I don't trust him." Scott said, his voice uncharacteristically cold. Xavier gave him a slightly worried look, but didn't say anything about it.
"I think she would be a perfect addition to the team," The Professor said, glancing at the youngest X-Men for a moment. "As for John . . . yes, he did leave, but he came back, and that's something."
Scott muttered something quietly so no one could hear, but Logan, with his exceptional hearing, heard it. "It could be one of Magneto's tricks. He probably would be happy to learn someone else died . . ."
The side of Logan's mouth moved downwards sadly for a moment as he thought about Jean . . . her beautiful red hair, the softness of her lips when he kissed her . . . but in the end, she'd chosen the good guy. Scott. Not that it mattered now anyways. She's dead.
"Jubilee's been doing great," Storm added, tossing her white hair out of her face.
Rogue suddenly remembered what the Professor had slipped in when he had first gathered them there. "Professor . . . what's this threat you mentioned before?" Her southern accent shone through with her worried tone.
The Professor sighed. "Yes, Rogue, actually, I'm not quite sure what the threat really is, since Cerebro is no longer in our possession. But I have been plagued by dreams lately . . . and I saw mutants . . . getting their powers taken away from them in a terrible way. But in the process of stripping them of their power, they're killed as well. Our mutant powers come from a mutated gene in our blood. Their blood was taken viciously, and they all bled to death. I have confirmed my suspicions just now when I received a call from a friend saying that a mutant they knew had been killed in that fashion. And I had dreamt of that person dying as well." His forehead wrinkled and Rogue noticed that Professor Xavier seemed tired and distracted.
Rogue shivered. Someone was sucking out mutant's powers . . . just like her power. She felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice down her back. Could it be her doing it? That would be an option she would never have considered if she'd never went to the future . . . but after seeing things she'd never thought she would have seen there, anything's possible.
The only thing wrong with that theory is that someone's taking their powers by taking their blood . . . Rogue . . . she didn't even know how to describe how her power works, but it's not like that . . .
Rogue noticed Bobby looking at her. When she glanced at him, Bobby quickly averted his cool blue eyes away.
* * *
Blaze and John were still sitting on the couch. Except now they were fighting over John's lighter. Or really, John was trying to get his lighter from his fellow firestarter, who stole it.
"Give it back," John warned, his voice low and dangerous.
"No, I don't think so," Blaze teased, flicking the lighter with a sly grin.
John winked at her, and suddenly a burst of fire shot up from the lighter. It surprised her, and she dropped the lighter, which John caught swiftly. He smirked. "I win."
~Elizabeth, please report to my office~ A voice inside Blaze's head boomed, ~Bring John with you~ It added after an afterthought. Blaze jerked involuntarily. First of all, she wasn't used to people just entering her mind like that. Jean did it occasionally, but she tried not to since it bugged some people. Another was hearing someone call her by her real name, Elizabeth Johnson.
"What's up?" John asked.
"I think Xavier wants us in his office . . ." Blaze replied, trying to get that weird echo out of her head.
John groaned. "That's never a good sign."
* * *
"Come in," Professor Xavier said suddenly, and he waved his hand to one side and opened the door. Blaze stood there with her hand up in a fist, looking as if she was prepared to knock on the door.
She looked slightly surprised. "Or . . . not."
"Sit," The Professor offered, "Storm, Scott, Logan, could you excuse us? Bobby and Rogue, stay."
Scott and Storm gave each other confused looks and stared back at the Professor, but followed his orders and left. Logan just sighed loudly and left, thinking about going out and buying some beer, since the school didn't have any. It was pure torture . . . he could smell the beer coming from somewhere, but couldn't get any . . .
John and Blaze sat down. Blaze really had no idea what to think. In her future, Xavier sacrificed himself protecting his students and X-Men. He was a powerful and well respected figure in mutant history. Well, at least to the mutants he was. He had seemed like a good guy, but she hadn't been at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children for long, so she really hadn't formed a lasting opinion. Her first impression of him was good, though.
"You're probably wondering why I called you two here," Xavier began, "I called you two because you four were the ones who traveled to the future . . . and frankly, I could use some insight."
Bobby and Rogue looked at each other nervously. The Professor asking THEM for help?
"We'll try," Rogue answered for all of them.
"It's about that threat that I told you about. Blaze, I want you to think hard. Do you know anything about a person taking away mutant's power by taking their blood too?"
Blaze shivered. That was sickening. "No. I know the governments were working on a way to control mutants and . . . um . . . making them more powerful . . ." She glanced at John sheepishly, "but nothing about taking away powers. It might have happened before, but I don't know anything about it. Sorry."
Professor Xavier closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them, his crystal blue eyes shining with wisdom. "It's alright. But . . . I fear this threat may escalate and inspire anti-mutant protesters to go that one step further . . . and try to take our powers or start killing mutants."
"Like in the future . . ." Blaze muttered bitterly.
* * *
A teenage girl sat in her sofa, listening to her favorite CD-Linkin Park. Her eyes were closed behind the dark sunglasses she always wore. Her favorite song had come on. "Somewhere I Belong". She loved that song because it expressed her feelings exactly. She lifted her head up and felt the warm sunlight on her face. If only she could see it.
Suddenly, as the title line began playing, she gasped and felt like she was being pulled one hundred miles per hour into a different world. Jumbles of fragmented information flooded to her brain, and she clasped a hand to her head, trying to get all the voices, all the images out.
Suddenly, the images came to a screaming halt.
The girl gasped and panted. She reached for her sunglasses, but gave up when she couldn't feel them. Her eyes remained closed and the information slowly pieced together in her mind. Now she understood the vision she had received. It was connected to that dream she had last night.
Destiny opened her eyes to reveal milky white eyes. She was blind. She sighed and removed her headphones, fearing the worst.
He's here.